He had caught a glimpse of those strange dark purple veins on Si Weijun's neck and cheeks before. At that time, he just thought they were some strange traces of spells, but now thinking back - the lines were wriggling, breathing, and even... quietly staring at Blore... no matter where the other party was!
Bai Di was shocked by his own imagination.
Those were not lines, but the roots of this plant, parasitic under his skin!
A chill crept up his spine, and Bai Di's fingers tightened unconsciously, his nails almost digging into his palms.
So who is Si Weijun now? What role does he play in their mission this time?
Is he a victim? Or... the host of this strange plant?
Or... is he it? Is he the plant?
What’s even more terrifying is that if Si Weijun had already been parasitized by this plant, then when Blore met him, was he... still himself?
"Be careful!" Ma Tuan suddenly pounced on Bai Di. A jellyfish tentacle brushed past his neck and corroded a honeycomb-shaped hole on the stone wall.
Blore was half-kneeling on the ground at this time, and the golden lines had spread to his neck, forming a strange symbiotic state with the chain starlight.
The "Nancai" in the magma emitted a high-frequency scream, and all the jellyfish tentacles turned towards Broll at the same time.
"What is it going to do?"
Before the real Nansong could finish his question, Atasha, whose throat chain had been removed, suddenly looked up, the wound on her throat gleaming silver. "Boy, look at those petals! Remember the symbol inside!"
The illusion in Bai Di's vision, who was knocked down, changed again, and twelve rotating runes emerged.
He instinctively traced the pattern in the air with his hands, each movement creating a trail of starlight.
"Is this... a reversed Binding Spell?"
Space began to fold.
Fragments of the chain floated in the air, each reflecting a different moment in time:
There is a scene where Atasha seals a certain existence in the rain and moonlight.
There's a fragment of a man in black wearing chains similar to Blore's - standing alone by the compass, gazing at the strange plant.
There were even flashes of a being as pure as moonlight growing alone on the worst and poorest soil.
…………
The picture changes rapidly like a broken mirror.
"Now!"
Nan Song suddenly leaped up, and his figure drew a silver arc in the air.
On the surface of the surging magma below, countless transparent jellyfish tentacles suddenly squirmed, interweaving into a giant net like living things, steadily catching her falling figure.
Starlight condensed at her fingertips, and a silver-white longbow materialized in her palm. An arrow forged from pure starlight was already on the bowstring, pointing directly at the beating heart deep in the magma - the twisted core formed by countless black chains.
"Broll, draw the rune!" Nansong's voice was calm and sharp, but his eyes were fixed on the shadow vaguely emerging from the depths of the heart. "The final stroke must be completed by you!"
The body of the magma "Nansong" collapsed at this moment, and the lava collapsed like a crumbling sand castle, revealing the pulsating black organ at its core.
On the surface of the chain-wrapped heart, countless tiny runes flashed with dark red light, like some kind of imprisoned ancient language.
“You… don’t understand…”
Its voice suddenly became low and sad, as if it came from a distant abyss, and every word was wrapped in the gurgling sound of boiling magma, as if some resentment that had been imprisoned for thousands of years had finally found an outlet to vent.
"Back then... she was the one who betrayed us first..."
The chain-wrapped heart beat violently, the dark red runes squirming like a living thing, and every contraction spurted out black mucus.
"You ignorant kids... you're being used!!"
Its pitch suddenly rose, so sharp that it almost ripped the eardrums. Countless bubbles exploded from the surging magma lake, and each burst reflected distorted fragments of memory.
Atasha stood in the rain, tapping the earth's veins with her fingertips, and all things revived.
Dilin stood on the throne, with countless kneeling figures behind him.
The chains of the Woodsmen fell from the sky, completely suppressing their existence.
"Hahaha! I get it! I get it!! I get it!!! I get it!!! Atasha! You have a good plan! Haha ...
Its violent laughter was like thousands of blunt knives scraping against its ear bones. Its body made of magma began to disintegrate, but it re-condensed in the next second, as if some indescribable madness was tearing its sanity apart.
"A fence-sitter!! He's on both sides!!! Hahahaha!!!"
"You were the one who told those mediocre people that the Dilin Spirit could summon both rain and wealth, right?"
"You obtained Dilin's talent, and obtained the royal power from us, and then pretended to exchange the royal power for Dilin's talent!
We were crushed into dust by the Lord before we could even explain ourselves. You deceived Dilin, deceived the Lord, and deceived us!
“You will die a miserable death!!”
The "man" in the magma went completely crazy, its body collapsed like a melted wax figure, but it kept reshaping itself amidst crazy roars, and each deformation became more twisted and more inhuman.
And now——
Atasha knelt on thousands of chains.
Her figure was as illusory as mist, yet as heavy as a mountain. Her long silver-white hair hung down, the tips of her hair submerged in the magma but not burned. Instead, they absorbed the hot energy like a living thing.
"You are so greedy." Her voice was terrifyingly calm, as if she was stating an ending that had already been predetermined.
"You think you can use me to get rid of Dilin, and then make your lord Chonglou mistakenly believe that I killed him, and then you can take his talent... What? Do you think Chonglou kept Dilin for this reason?"
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